THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

THE GILBERTOS EMPIRE ≈ ALFRED’S MANSION

The bright morning sun shone through the open blinds in the room.

Theresa slowly opened her eyes. A soft groan escaped her lips as she sat up.

She held her head as she glanced around. She realized that she was in Alfred’s bedroom.

She glanced over the bedstand table to check the time. It was 7:05am.

“7:05am? What happened?” She muttered with a puzzled look on her face.

The last thing she remembered what Shikita telling her that her father was the the leader of a Mafia organization, and her colleague, Brad, was her father’s right-hand man.

That was a shocking revelation to her. She didn’t want to believe it, but at the same time, she couldn’t ignore the bitter truth.

Theresa knew her father to be a gentle man. He was never the type of man who smokes or engages in illegal stuffs.

In fact, he would always warn Theresa not to engage in dangerous and illegal activities.

That was the reason why Theresa decided to become a crime fighting agent: to stop illegal and criminal activates.

Ever since her father, Dante, adopted her, he never for once made her feel like an adopted daughter.

He loved and cared for her like his own daughter. He was the perfect dad any child would pray to heaven for.

But she didn’t know her gentle father was also a Mafia boss who has shed lots of bloods, and engaged in those illegal stuffs he warned Theresa not to do.

Theresa remained on the bed, wondering how her gentle and innocent-looking father became a Mafia boss.

‘Did he suddenly become a Mafia boss Or was he a Mafia boss from the beginning?’ Theresa thought to herself.

She diverted her gaze to the door when she heard it opening.

Alfred stepped inside the room and he shut the door. He was now putting on a white top and a black crazy jeans.

He had a tray which contained a cup of steaming hot coffee in his hands.

Rita gazed at him as he walked towards her.

“Have this.” He said, stretching the hot cup of coffee to her.

“Thanks.” Theresa said as she collected it from him.

Alfred dropped the tray on a table and he sat on the bed, gazing at Theresa’s face.

Theresa took a sip from the hot coffee, then she said. “What happened to me?”

Alfred replied, “Shikita said you passed out after she told you who Dante Marcel is.”

He let that sink in before asking. “Why did you pass out after she told you about Dante? Are you related to him?”

Theresa shook her head almost immediately. “No, we aren’t related at all. I haven’t heard of him before.”

“Then why did you pass out?” Alfred asked, raising a questioning brow at her.

“I told you yesterday at the computer lab that I was tired and I needed to get she sleep.” Theresa said, and Alfred nodded.

“I remember.”

“I guess I was more stressed out than I thought, so that was the reason why I passed out.” She added.

Alfred believed her, and he rose to his feet. “Make sure you GI take your bath after drinking the coffee. You slept for more than fifteen hours.” He said.

Theresa’s eyes widened in shock, and she almost choked on her coffee. “What? I slept for more than fifteen hours?”

“Yeah.” Alfred nodded. “You’ve been asleep ever since you passed our yeaterday morning.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Theresa couldn’t believe her ears. Fifteen hours? She slept for more than fifteen hours.

“I am heading to the computer lab. Breakfast will be brought to you by the gang’s chef in five minutes.” Alfred said. Then he turned around and he walked out of the room.

“Did I really slept for more than fifteen hours?” Theresa muttered, staring at the cup of coffee in her hands, then she chuckled softly. “I guess the shock was too much gir me to take in.”

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COMPUTER LAB

Alfred stepped inside the lab with his right hand pocketed in his trousers.

He had a stick of cigarette in mouth and he blew the rich smoke from the cigarette as he walked towards Stacy’s seat.

“Good morning, boss!” The sixty computer experts in the lab greeted Alfred, energetically while typing furiously on the buttons of their keyboards.

“Good morning, boss.” Stacy greeted with a smile as Alfred stood beside her.

“Yeah, Stacy. You’ve got any leads on our target?” Alfred asked.

“Not yet, boss.” Stacy replied. “I sent three spies to LACF headquarters yeaterday, but they couldn’t find the exact Brad.”

“What do you mean?” Alfred asked, raising a questioning brow at her as he blew smoke from his mouth.

“Take a look, boss.” Stacy said, tapping a button on her keyboard.

Five men displayed on the screen in front of them.

“These five men are all bearing the name ‘Brad’.” She paused to click another button in her keyboard.

A masked man appeared on the screen.

“These men all have the same height and stature as this masked man and they are all named Brad. So it’s difficult to find which Brad is Dante’s right-hand man.” Stacy said, turning her gaze to Alfred.

Alfred said nothing, and he drew in hard on his cigarette.

“The real Brad must be so cunning.” Alfred finally said with a smirk. “He purposely brought these five men to LACF so that he wouldn’t be tracked easily. I must give it to him, he’s really smart. But that won’t be for long.”

The screen started blinking.

“Boss, godfather Gilberto is calling.” Stacy started.

“Answer the call.” Alfred said with a thin smile.

Stacy double tapped a button on her key board and an elderly man appeared on the screen.

He had a white hair and a white moustache. A roll of weed was in between his lips.

Judging by his looks, he was a man in his late fifties.

“Good morning, grandmaster.” Alfred greeted with a slight bow of his head.

“Morning, son.” The man replied. His voice deep and masculine even though he was in his late fifties. “I can see you’re doing great.”

“Yeah.” Alfred smiled. “Viper told me you’ll be arriving next week.”

“No.” The man shook his head. “I changed my mind. I’ll be arriving tomorrow night.”

“That’s great.” Alfred replied.

“By the way, where’s Steven?” The man asked.

Steven was Douglas’s first name. Douglas loved to be addressed by his surname, but godfather Gilberto was the only one who addressed him by his first name.

“Douglas ain’t here.” Alfred replied.

“Alright. Lisa wants to speak with you.” Godfather Gilberto said, then a beautiful lady’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hi Alfred!” She greeted with a beautiful smile.

“End the call, Stacy.” Alfred ordered, and Stacy pressed a button on her keyboard, then the screen went off.

“Inform me when you get any leads on Brad.” Alfred said.

“Alright, Boss.” Stacy replied, then Alfred turned around and he left the lab.

THE MARCELS EMPIRE

Two men walked down the huge corridor that led to Dante’s room. The first man was at the front while the other was following him from behind with a briefcase in his hand.

The finally got to Dante’s room and they could hear loud moans from the room.

“Yeah! Fuck me harder Dante! That’s the spot! Pound me harder with that huge dick of yours!!! Kill me with that huge cock of yours! Pound me harder baby!!!” Came a lady’s moans from the room.

The first man knocked twice on the door, but got no response. He knocked again, thrice.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Gosh! Ahhh! I’m about to CUM!!!” The lady moans got louder.

The moans died down a few seconds later.

“Come in.” Dante announced a some seconds later.

The first man opened the door and he stepped in.

Dante was buckling his belt while Marisa covered her naked body with a large duvet.

“Boss, you have a visitor.” The first man said with a bow.

“Let the visitor in.” Dante replied, zipping up his trousers.

“Come in.” The first man said to the second man.

The second man then stepped inside the room and the door was shut close.

Dante lit himself a cigarette and he blew smoke high in the chair.

“Have a seat.” He said to the man who had a briefcase in his hand.

The man sat on a couch and Dante walked over to the inbuilt bar to fill two glasses with wine.

He walked back and handed one over to his visitor, then he lowered himself to sit on the couch which was opposite the man.

“Who are you and what brings you to my empire?” Dante asked after taking a sip from his wine.

“My name is Marco Gilberto, the first son of Eduardo Gilberto, the former leader of the Gilberto family.” The man replied.

Alfred raised a questioning brow at Marco. “So, you’re now the leader of the Gilberto family, huh?”

“No.” Marco replied. “A bastard else took my rightful place, my position as the leader.”

Dante chuckled. “And who is this bastard you’re speaking of?”

“His name is Alfred Gilberto.” Marco replied.

“You mean the Reverend Alfred Gilberto?” Dante asked, puzzled.

“No.” Marco shook his head. “They just have the same name. The bastard who stole my rightful position is not a Reverend.”

Marisa remained on the bed, snuffing a white substance from a bowl.

Dante took another sip from his wine. “What do you want me to do for you?” He asked.

“I want you to help me take him down so that I cab claim my rightful position as the leader of the Gilberto family.” Marco replied.

“And what’s in it for me?” Dante inquired with raised brows.

“When I become the leader of the Gilberto family, you and I will become allies and we will rule the Mafia world together. Every month, a shipment of cocaine would be sent to you alongside dozens young girls you can use for your business.” Marco said, then he placed the briefcase beside him on the table in between them.

He opened the briefcase to reveal bundles of new dollar notes.

“This is ten million dollars. A starting point of our partnership.”

A wide grin appeared on Dante’s face. “Looks like we have a deal.”